An Ode to Data

by Alan High Speed Levine

Trickle trickle little data
How I wonder where you ata
Floating in the cyber sky
I hope you come before I die

Squeezing through such teeny pipes
Of rusty copper sure gives me gripes
If here real soon you don’t make
My CPU in half I’ll break

Oh! DSL is what I need
No tidal flow can sate my greed
For images and text on cue
So I don’t have to sit and stew

Ah! There it comes through paths so wide
Come! Come data! Do not hide!
Now I do not have to wait
This high speed stuff, it sure be great!

Look at all the junk pour in
Stuff so bad it makes me grin
Wacko websites so sublime
With credit card I shop on line

Now this is fun, now this is fast
With DSL I have a blast
Surfing how to be was meant
Let’s open this attach-ee-ment

Hmmm? Does my computer now have fleas?
Or is it cold? It seems to freeze
Or does it itch? Or have a rash?
Oh crap! My hard drive! It go crash!

Watch out, take care, while I throw up
I never thought to back it up
My data’s lost, mouth full of cusses
As in flow a hundred viruses

With no Internet to prick my care
I guess I’ll go out. Ah, fresh air!
For now I’ve got no worries mate
Just deep fried computer on a plate.

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An Ode to Data, Copyright Alan J. Levine